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Hey mom, can I have some money? |
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The ice cream man is coming |
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Watch these rap, niggaz, get all up in your guts |
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French vanilla, butter pecan, chocolate deluxe |
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Even caramel sundaes is gettin' touched |
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And scooped in my ice cream truck, Wu tears it up |
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(The ice cream man is coming) |
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Yo honey dips, summertime, fine Jheri drippin' |
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See you on Pickens with a bunch of chickens, how you're clickin' |
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I catch shootin' strong notes as we got close |
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She rocked rope, honey, throat smellin' like Impulse |
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Your whole shell, baby's wicked like Nimrod |
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Caught me like a fresh water scrod or may I not be God |
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Attitude is very rude, Boo, crabby like seafood |
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It turns me on like Vassey and Lahrule |
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They call me Starky Love hun, check the strategy |
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By any means, Shirley Temple cross was done by Billie Jean's |
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Black Misses America, your name is Erica, right true |
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Lazy eyeball, small piece, six shoe |
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Caramel complexion, breath smellin' like cinnamon |
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Excuse me hon, the Don mean no harm, turn around again |
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God damn, backyard's bangin' like a Benzy |
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If I was jiggy, you'd be spotted like Spudz McKenzie |
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I'm high powered, put Adina Howard to sleep |
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Yo pardon, that bitch been on my mind all week but uh |
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Back to you Maybelline Queen, let's make a team |
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You can have anything in this world except cream |
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So whatchu wanna do? Whatchu wanna do? |
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Let's go ahead and walk these dogs and represent Wu |
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Watch these rap, niggaz, get all up in your guts |
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French vanilla, butter pecan, chocolate deluxe |
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Even caramel sundaes is gettin' touched |
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And scooped in my ice cream truck, Wu tears it up |
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(The ice cream man is coming) |
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Shaolin's finest, whattup Boo, peace your highness |
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Yo, I'm loungin', big dick style, y'all niggaz is the flyest |
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Moves you're making, too fly jewels are shaking |
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Not a rape patient, you're looking good fly colored Asian |
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Ghettoes, them is your hometown, we can go the whole round |
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After that, I'm shootin' downtown |
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I'm rockin' hats and you wig is all intact |
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Who's that queen bee chick, eyes curly black |
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Freaks be movin' in fly sneaks |
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Two finger rings and gold teeth and ain't afraid to hold heat |
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So when I step in the square dear |
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You better have cream to share, Ricans, ven aqui, yeah |
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Watch these rap, niggaz, get all up in your guts |
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French vanilla, butter pecan, chocolate deluxe |
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Even caramel sundaes is gettin' touched |
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And scooped in my ice cream truck, Wu tears it up |
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(The ice cream man is coming) |
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Black chocolate girl wonder, shade brown like Thunder |
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Politic til your deficit step, gimme your number |
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Your sexy persuasive ta ta's and thighs |
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Catch my eyes like highs, I want your bodily surprise |
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Double dime some time, Ice Cream, you got me fallin' out |
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Like a cripple, I love you like I love my dick size |
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Ooh, baby, I miss you, your sweet tender touches |
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Take pulls off the dutches, orgasm in my mindstate |
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Masturbate in your clutches, I want you for self |
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Like wealth, so play me closely |
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Bitches paranoia for the sting, who want the most of me |
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Only a hard dozen want to be callin' me cousin |
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Thirsty for my catalog, baby shoppin' spree, you're lovin' |
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Call me if you want to get dug like the pockets |
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I jizm like a giant, break brooms out of their sockets |
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(The ice cream man is coming) |
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Wu-Tang in the cut, for real niggaz what? |
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It's the after party and bitches want to fuck |
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Watch these rap, niggaz, get all up in your guts |
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French vanilla, butter pecan, chocolate deluxe |
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Even caramel sundaes is gettin' touched |
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And scooped in my ice cream truck, Wu tears it up |
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Ice cold bitches melt down when my clutch |
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And what they titties sucked, ice cream |
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Yeah, your guts |
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Watch these rap, niggaz, get all up in your guts |
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French vanilla, butter pecan, chocolate deluxe |
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Even caramel sundaes is gettin' touched |
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And scooped in my ice cream truck, Wu tears it up |
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Ice cold bitches melt down when in the clutch |
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They want they titties sucked, ice cream |
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One love to my chocolate deluxes |
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Keep your nails done and your wigs tight, word up |
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One love to my butter-pecan Ricans |
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For calling me papi, that's for real |
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One love to caramel sundaes |
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With the cherries on top, yeah |
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And big up to my french vanillas |
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Parlez vous, francais, mi amor, merci, oui oui, bon bons |
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And all that good stuff, that good stuff |
